Chapter 416

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Chapter 416: You Are So Mean!

Silly girl, foolish girl…

Is she really both dumb and silly?

The answer is no—at least not in crucial moments, when she becomes unexpectedly smart.

If Bai Wei hadn’t retained his past memories, if he truly only lived for twenty-something years, he might not even know what name to give his daughter.

Unfortunately, the young girl still has some way to go.

Bai Wei gently rubbed Michelle’s hair, his expression unchanged.

The positions of the two sides were not balanced. She approached with unparalleled enthusiasm, but could not melt this glacier, even though it was covered in sunlight.

In Bai Wei’s eyes, Michelle was still a little girl.

Even though she had grown into a young lady, she remained in the position of a student—neither higher nor lower, just like Liliana used to be.

“Time is running out, you should go back.”

Bai Wei reminded her, “Alena is seriously injured. As her best friend, you should go back and take care of her.”

Michelle’s joyful expression immediately disappeared.

She then asked, “What happened?”

“I’m not quite sure either.” Bai Wei remained silent for now, not ready to reveal his identity as the emperor.

Michelle felt reluctant. Once she went back, she wouldn’t be able to touch this world again, and they would be far apart.

She cherished this moment, this distance, at least for now.

“But it really is time to go back,” she thought.

She couldn’t stay here forever.

“I’m going back,” she said hesitantly, walking toward the departing portal, deliberately taking slow steps.

Michelle thought to herself: “I can’t bear to leave, but what about him? Would Mr. Devil be reluctant to part with me too?”

She walked slower with each step, reluctant to leave, on the verge of turning back several times.

Bai Wei, with his back turned, looked towards the distant direction of the Broken Paradise, his brows furrowed in silence, as if he were observing something.

He withdrew his pensive expression, noticing the rebellious girl lingering at the door.

The reliable adult males of the Ming Country sighed helplessly, realizing this wasn’t the right time for a conversation.

Not wanting to end the meeting with harsh words, Bai Wei put on a face of significant sacrifice, a decisive look.

He turned to Michelle and reached out his hand, saying, “Come here.”

Michelle, like an athlete hearing the starting gun, suddenly dashed back toward him, as fast as a rabbit.

She collided into his embrace with such force that an ordinary person’s ribs might have cracked.

Bai Wei stumbled back half a step, fully aware that this comforting hug would likely cause Michelle to misunderstand. Still, he emphasized with a sentence:

“Just a polite farewell hug.”

It was a bit of self-deception, as if there were no 300 taels of silver here.

“Hmm!” Michelle nodded vigorously, her happiness reaching its peak.

Despite Dragonborn mostly consisting of muscular female warriors, Michelle’s body was as soft as marshmallow, and her embrace was a delightful pleasure in every sense.

Bai Wei held her waist tightly, allowing the portal to drift toward him, silently cursing himself for being despicable.

Not only was his self-control deteriorating, but it seemed his heart had also softened more than before.

When he was an emperor, he didn’t hesitate to carry out almost life-threatening orders for witches, without shedding a tear or showing remorse.

It was expected by everyone. Though there was some sadness, no one resented him.

Everyone was like a chess piece, disposable—even himself.

But now, Bai Wei felt that he had changed.

A change even the Golden Power couldn’t reverse.

Was it because he owed too much in his past lives and felt guilty, wanting to make amends?

Michelle, after all, was a girl he raised himself—a little cat, fond of spending time with him, wanting even just a moment longer.

She trusted him so much, saying silly things like, “I can even accept that Mr. Devil is a brainworm,” showing how deeply she believed in him.

Bai Wei realized that no matter what he said, she would believe it and follow through—even if it sounded absurd.

Deep down, he didn’t want to betray this trust. He didn’t want to be harsh with this silly girl.

Bai Wei let go of her hand and asked, “Are you satisfied?”

Michelle shouted, “No!”

This little bit was simply not enough!

It was just a quick hug—nothing compared to the scenes she had read about in romance novels or seen in movies that made her blush and her heart race.

Bai Wei sighed, “…”

“Don’t overthink it,” he gently pushed her into the portal, leaving Michelle with a teasing smile.

“I have no interest in the little girl; you don’t have seven siblings.”

Michelle stepped back into the portal, seeing the glowing circle around her. She instantly realized she had been deceived.

Angrily, she shouted, “Mr. Devil, you’re so mean!”

The teleportation light flashed and disappeared, her accusing voice vanishing within Broken Paradise.

…

Michelle fell to the ground and quickly looked around, suddenly realizing she had appeared in a museum.

The sky outside had already darkened—it was night.

She glanced at the nearest clock: nine and a half hours had passed.

Michelle looked around, seeing a chaotic crowd at Tulip Academy. The teachers were counting the number of people.

Two bodies lay on the ground, covered with protective white cloth. A strong smell of blood hung in the air.

Her previous excitement faded away, replaced by a heavy sadness.

For her, Broken Paradise had fulfilled a beautiful dream. After tonight, she wouldn’t have to worry about Mr. Devil’s appearance; she could fall asleep, dreaming sweet dreams, with the warmth of his presence lingering on her fingertips.

But for many others, this was a disaster—a natural catastrophe.

Many people had mysteriously vanished, then died. No one knew how or why, and no one cared about their final moments.

Michelle didn’t have time to dwell on the deceased. Her thoughts immediately turned to her good friend.

“Where is Alena?” she asked anxiously, approaching the people around her.

She was led to a makeshift medical tent nearby, where she saw Alena lying on a hospital bed.

Alena was seriously injured, her complexion pale.

Alena clearly worried about Michelle. As soon as she saw her, her furrowed brow immediately relaxed.

The two girls exchanged a smile. As long as everything was okay, they were happy.

Michelle sat near Alena, wanting to ask about what had happened. But instead, she simply offered comfort.

“Close your eyes and rest for a while,” Michelle said. “When you wake up, you can tell me what happened.”

Alena looked at Michelle, a bit surprised. She saw the familiar brightness in Michelle’s eyes, as if she had just returned from a journey. No matter how tiring or difficult the road, Michelle had no regrets. Her mind was clear, her eyes were bright.

It must have been something wonderful that she had encountered—just like when she had met him.

Alena let go of her worries, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

She fell into a peaceful sleep.

Michelle sat beside, watching over her, unaware that Sasha was just outside the tent.

Blood Noble had arrived early, organizing the emergency handling and strategies, staying busy ever since.

Through the gap in the tent, Sasha looked at Alena lying on the sickbed. The medical staff came back with the examination report and summarized it briefly.

“Her injuries are quite severe, but it’s a miracle she survived,” said the medical personnel. “Her body is like porcelain that has been broken and delicately repaired. The external injuries are serious, but they won’t immediately endanger her life… We will continue injecting her with a highly active serum. Under normal circumstances, she should recover on her own without needing major surgery.”

“I understand,” Sasha said.

After the others dispersed, Sasha looked down at the fragments of armor in her hands—spoils of war that Alena had brought back.

The armor, made with the highest craftsmanship, contained a small amount of celestial ore. It was clear the source was the templars.

If Alena had reached this point, it was likely not just one templar, as she had brought back three fragments.

But if there were three templars, it was impossible for her to have survived.

So who saved her? Who helped her?

When Sasha asked, Alena remained silent. It was a small act of resistance, but it wasn’t the first time.

However, Sasha could clearly sense that this time was different. Alena didn’t say anything, but her eyes were unusually bright and resolute.

The look in her eyes was similar to how her mother had left the family with determination. Just like when Sasha took over the black sword from her mentor and saw herself in its reflection.

Sasha could not ask further. She looked up at the starry sky and felt a wave of melancholy. Her own girl had grown up.

This feeling of sadness was rare, and she didn’t know how to relieve it.

Before leaving, Sasha saw the look in Michelle’s eyes—a subtle sense of déjà vu formed once again.

“What bad luck.” Sasha looked away and murmured, “Why is Liliana the person that comes to mind? It’s been so many years since you left.”